Wildest Dreams - Lashton | COMPLETED

Nine

''Please erase these aweful pictures you took,'' Luke requested after seeing a picture of himself on Ashton's Instagram feed. ''I sent you these pictures for fun, not so you can bost them behind my back. That's mean!''

''But you look beautiful on them, don't make me take them off, please,'' he pouted.

''They're embarassing, I don't like them.''

Ashton sighed in defeat. ''Alright...'' Luke's lips tugged up in a smile when Ashton got an idea. ''At one condition,'' he warned.

''Anything! I'll do anything for you to take these off the internet,'' he promised, sipping his black coffee Ashton brought him from his work place.

''Let me take pictures of you with my camera.''

That's how they found themselves in Ashton's private studio on Wednesday afternoon. Luke still had the creeps about this place but as long as Ashton was by his side, he wasn't as scared. Ashton had set the studio for the photoshoot the night before so it would be ready when they arrive.

''Since when there's a bed in here?'' Luke asked seeing the matress sitting on the floor near the smaller window. He had never see this area before so he was a little lost. Why did Ashton lie when he said he didn't sleep here?

''It was hidden behing the curtain,'' Ashton explained with a chuckle. 

Luke raised an eyebrow, turning on his heels to face the boy. ''You said you didn't sleep here.''

''I don't. I like to lay on the bed during the day to think or just relax and have a nap when I can't get rest in my dorm. I don't really use it as a bed bed. This is getting confusing, I should shut up now.'' 

Luke laughed a little at his boyf- what should he call him? They're not officialy dating yet, so boyfriend is not right but friend isn't either. They're more than friends but less than boyfriends. Relationships is so complicated and confusing. It should come with a guide and instructions.

''Take off your jacket and make yourself home while I'm setting my camera.'' Luke nodded in silence, doing as told and taking off his black denim jacket, setting it on the long chair they were making out on the last time as the hazel eyed boy left to retrive his beloved camera. 

While Ashton was gone, Luke took advantage of this time to explore the studio a little. He was careful to not break anything, knowing it'll drive Ashton nuts. He hates when people touch his things or break them. 

The photography student came back five minutes later, camera in hands, ready to start. 

''Where do you want me?'' Luke asked, face-palming imediatly after the words lift his clumsy lips, realising what he said could have more than one meaning. ''That's not what I meant, I-''

Ashton giggled at his boy's awkwardness. ''Come here and stop talking.'' Blushing, he obeyed, crossing the distance between them. ''Sit and act cute,'' he comended, making Luke roll his eyes.

''Very precise. It's a joy to work with you,'' Luke snickered, his voice full of sarcasm. 

''Quit the sarcasm and show me how good you are at your job, I might take them for my classes.'' Luke gulped. Shit. If Ashton is taking these pictures for his classes, they better be good. He'd feel ten time more guilty than with Olivia if Ashton was to fail a class because of him. He doesn't want Ashton to think he's a bad model. He needs to show him how good and how talented he is.

''You could've given me a warning,'' he groaned, panicking and tugging at his hair, trying to fix them, taming the wild blond hair. ''I haven't shaved and my hair probably look like a bird nested in there.''